Willow Maid (Reader x Yandere!Daemon) p.4

Author’s note: My lovelies I am back, so sorry this took so long, I had a bit of a medical problem recently (nothing super serious) but I’ve been on pain meds and just plain out of it. Once again thanks for all the hearts and reblogging, it’s so kind and I’m glad it seems people are enjoying my work.

Warnings: Daemon in general, yandere stuff in general, one swear word and derogative behaviour.

Synopsis: What does the first day alongside Daemon hold?

Everything was too hot. Every last nerve was ablaze, your mouth dry, as you opened your eyes to look upon stone walls ahead of you. Dazed and disorientated, you realise something was gripped to your waist, tight, like the roots of a tree… You didn’t want to turn around, it just made everything real. But you did. And there he was. That strange creature with the calm face but bloodthirsty eyes, how ironic, his pale silver hair makes him look almost angelic.

A huffing sound escaped his lips - “I suppose it’s only natural that one raised in the woods should have no manners” - he remained in place as his eyelids slowly opened to reveal his dark amethysts. It didn’t matter how attractive this creature was, everytime he opened his mouth you’re reminded that this is the same spiteful man, who harassed you for three days in a row before destroying your home. Yet your lips remained shut. That mad glint you saw in his eyes had not left you. 

Despite his previous remark, Daemon himself was admiring you; sat up in bed, the sun rising behind you giving you a halo of sorts. However did he find such a creature? In these early hours, the first they would wake together, he calmed his infernal thoughts and just admired you. He almost didn’t want to let the court have the pleasure to even gaze upon you, but he needed to make an announcement. 

“As content as I am to have you stare at me all day, we need to make ready”. That didn’t sit well with you - “With what?” but such a small peep you made. “Well-” he started as he stood, not caring of how indecent he was with his loose underclothes “-you need to be presented to the court”, he rarely relied on servants to help him dress, he started to take off his remaining clothes.

Your sight snapped back to the wall, modesty was not a concept you were familiar with, but something about all this felt taboo… “What’s a court?”, a sort of sarcastic laugh left his lips, “A bunch of assholes” - “Pardon?” Thinking it was best not to confuse you, he explained “Lots of people, important people. Or so they think”. He stepped into your vision, his tunic undone, as his pointer finger curled under your chin and lifted your face to his. “Why so many questions when you should be getting ready?” You looked down to the silk dress you’re adorned in - “Am I not?”. This earned you a laugh, the sound caused blood to rush to your cheeks and your stomach to twist into a painful knot. You’d never felt this way but the only word that you could describe it as would be: shame. 

“‘Course not” as he walked to the door and ordered some maids within. Hands together and heads to the floor, they entered, wearing the same clothes as the woman yesterday, which prompted you to say: “Where is the lady from yesterday?”. Immediately the maids froze, and the silver haired man’s eyes sparked with that dark fire again.

“She had overstepped” - his smile didn’t reach his eyes - “she caused me great insult, you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Even the way he walked towards you, was akin to that of a wolf stalking a deer. Instinctively you let out a soft ‘No’, and his face softened again at what could only be called your obedience. His hand gently laid upon your cheek, and after the high stress of just moments before, you found yourself leaning into it. 

“Now”, just as quickly he took it away, “I’m sure you two won’t cause me such trouble” to which he did not even wait for their answer as he strode from the room, deftly doing up his tunic at the same time. Leaving you and the two maids whom dared not even look at you. 

Quietly they gestured you to the centre of the room, while having others strip you felt wrong, you felt like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf, too shocked to move. The black silk fell down and they produced another black dress, this of cloth, laced in the front and mostly plain except the arms had a red symbol that looked like the beast the ‘prince’ controlled. It made bile rise in your throat.

Pointing at the crest you asked “What are these?” to which you were pointedly ignored. It didn’t make you angry, but you felt even more alone than yesterday. The maid was quiet, but she seemed nice and being surrounded by people who would not talk to you was more lonesome than being alone. Nonetheless, you simply let them proceed. 

Once done, they led you outside, where he awaited. Leaning casually against a wall he looked you up and down “It’ll do”, one glance at the maids and they scurried off. He lifted an arm, which you instinctively took, and he began to walk. You knew you could’ve continued in silence but you felt blind here and the only person who would talk to you, is the one holding your arm.

“I don’t know your name” you realised, to this he glanced at you before chuckling - “You never asked”, how ironic. You were worried it would be left there when he continued “I am Daemon of house Targaryen” and while the last part made no sense to you, you did get his name. Even better, ‘Daemon’ seemed amicable to questions, at least at the moment.

“And what is this?” You pointed once again at the sigil, as Daemon looked back at you to see what you were pointing at - “Our sigil?”, you shook your head, that didn’t seem right. “The creature…”, his eyebrows raised a bit as he nodded in understanding, “It’s a dragon, we Targaryen are renowned for them”. Maybe you should’ve stopped there but you couldn’t help yourself, “Does this ‘court’ have dragons?”, to which Daemon gave a menacing grin - “Why? Does that thought scare you little nymph?” but he is not without mercy. “Some do, I’ll imagine it’ll become apparent when you see them.” 

It was only then you realised you had stopped before two massive doors, at which men dressed similarly to the maids awaited something, you could imagine it was Daemon. His face had gone blank and whilst you thought to follow his lead, you couldn’t help your eyes darting about like a cornered deer. Without a word he gave a nod to the men, at which they began opening the doors and truly you were not ready for what greeted you on the other side.

Willow Maid (Yandere!Daemon x Reader) p.3

Author’s note: I livvvveeee. Sorry about the long delay in making this, this month is very hectic for me, between my uni responsibilities and some interviews. But I’m here now :D. I’d like to say a quick thanks to everyone who’s been liking, commenting and sharing my work. It’s extremely flattering and it’s nice to know people are enjoying it.

Warnings: Usual yandere warnings, Daemon is a hot silver warning, toxic behaviours and slight physical abuse. 

You awaited in your small stone chambers, so foreign to such buildings like this, such people. Shock coursing strongly through your veins, each pulse of your heart pumping more cold blood, your muscles stiff and your eyes unmoving. That vision would not leave you. That man on his harrowing beast, how they filled the sky, turned your once luscious forest into nothing more than a smoking corpse, how they towered over you, flashes of red and black. Each time you blinked the vision was there. So, you did not blink.

Not even when the door slammed open.

You could not look at him, dared not. But you heard him stalk to the other side of this strange enclosure, where on a wooden construction was some queer clear material, with an even more bizarre liquid inside. Without a fault in his step, he poured it into a smaller receptacle and took a large sip. It was only then he acknowledged you.

“Y/n?” - he made a slight humming sound - “It’s a beautiful name”.

Part of you felt a pang in your chest, some perplexing feeling, like the woman had wronged you. You had never spoken with anyone, shared anything with anyone, and the first time you did, they told the man who destroyed your home and forcibly took you. In truth, you didn’t know the word for what you were feeling. 

His footsteps drew close to you, and his warm hand cupped under your chin to make you look within his deep violet eyes. “Why, sweet thing, didn’t you tell me?” You hated looking at him. In your eyes he wasn’t someone like you. No. He looked like that scaled beast of his - “Hm?”. His face twisted in displeasure; your pretty e/c eyes looked miles away… that wouldn’t do when he wanted you here. 

The finger at your jaw grew stiff, squeezing until you could swear you heard your bones creaking. Your eyes focused again on his and you whimpered “You never asked”. 

Suddenly the pressure was gone, and he looked at you in disbelief, then he laughed - a positively deranged one. Like you had said the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

His bout of hysteria calmed for a moment, he looked at the drink in his hand and then threw it harshly into the wall, bursting like a bloody raindrop on the dark rock. It’s explosion ringing in your ears as you fall off the bed, to huddle close to yourself. His breathing is short and haggard, like when he collected you from that forest floor. 

“I am the prince” - soft like a lover’s whisper - “I don’t ask for anything”. 

‘Prince’ had no meaning to you, but still you nodded and tried to keep your soft whines to yourself. 

Finally, he looked to you again and softly cooed, “You must be tired” - stepping towards you and lifting you into his arms - “It’s time for us to rest.” Shocked still, all you could manage was to softly grab on the front of his riding leathers as he lifted you onto the bed, under the coloured sheets before stepping back. You closed your eyes as you heard some of his clothes fall to the ground before he slipped in the bed behind you. 

Everything was so hot, the sheets, his skin as it pressed against you - but you were so drained. You let your eyelids drop as you fell into a dreamless sleep.

Willow Maid (Yandere!Daemon x Reader) p.2

Author’s Note: So I had the idea on what a sequel would look like but was worried no one wanted it, however one person asked for it and I was like ‘You drive a hard bargain but yes’. Really sorry these are quite short, but there will be more.

Synopsis: Daemon has just taken you back to the dragon’s nest that is KIngslanding

Warning: Threats of violence, Daemon is his own warning, toxic relationships, normal yandere warnings.

The residents felt nervous as they saw Caraxes land within the pits, Prince Daemon had gotten somehow more aggressive since his first tryst through the woods. Some of them were sure he was cursed by that dark place. So when they saw him return with a small slip of a girl they didn't know what to think of this ash covered thing. Her beautiful e/c were dull and distance, she neither leant towards the prince or away, she was like a doll.  Servants saw him dismount his dragon before turning to his companion and gently lifting her off as Caraxes helped by bowing down. Once she was on her feet he took her hand and led her towards the castle, were she not so dazed she might notice the bewildered look of all those around her. Their mutual thought - who is this strange woman the prince holds so softly. Once inside the Red Keep, Daemon waves down some faceless servant: "Wash her, fix her hair and dress her in something worthy of a Targaryan". His voice rung with clear order, so the servant bowed and went to take the girl's arm when she noticed the sudden sharp look the prince donned. Fearing of what may happen should she touch the girl, she stepped back and raised an arm to guide her. After a slight nudge from the prince, the girl numbly followed the servant. It didn't take much to deduce what happened to her. Her whole family had served the Targaryans for many a year, and their obsessive ways were renowned. In a way she pitied the girl, but like a dragon coverts their hoard, so does a Targaryan their lover. She'll never want for anything, the servant thought bitterly. A hot bath was prepared within Daemon’s chamber, the tub was made from pure copper and unlike many other baths was lifted from the floor by four legs, perfect amount of room to allow candles to be lit under it. She stripped the girl down careful not to look or touch too much, even in one’s private chamber the walls in Kingslanding has both eyes and ears. Best not awake the dragon, so to say. 

Guided into the bath, she took a sponge and worked to remove the grime, all the while the girl blindly stared forward. The silence made the servant feel uncomfortable, but she reasoned had she just watched her home burn, she wouldn’t be feeling very talkative. It got to the point where all visible dirt was removed but where she laid in the tub covered up the burnt hair she must cut and the remaining ash on her back. Shyly she prompted "I'm sorry Lady... um". Where silence lingered for a second. "Y/n" the girl's melodic voice rang out "I was called y/n once". In the isolation of the forest she had needed no name. "Lady y/n" she smiled, "could you lean forward for me" and was wordlessly obeyed. They continued in silence, she felt bad for having cut such beautiful h/c hair, nonetheless the Maiden still looked ethereal. Once finished she was dried and placed in a simple black dress made of silk. They would have to measure her for more extravagant dresses. The maid admired her, it was no wonder how she caught the prince's eye. Speaking of whom she knew it was best to go retrieve him, leaving y/n sitting on his bed. She found him in the dragon pits, stroking Caraxes deep in thought. As she approached he asked "How is she?". "She's been washed and dressed, I found a dress in her size but she'll need to be measured, Your Grace" he nodded silently, nonchalant. She continued "I left Lady y/n awaiting you in your chambers". And like that, the pit went cold, his hand stopped stroking Caraxes, it was that same feeling as earlier but worse. By the Nine, what had she done wrong? Was she not meant to leave her there? Was it because she left her alone? Did he think she would run away?

“What did you call her?” His words were short and clear, she could see his tense jaw and even a vein in his neck pushed to the surface. 

“A thousand apologies Your Grace, I did not mean to insult you!” She still didn’t know what she’d done but that’s of little importance, Prince Daemon was known for his fiery temper and she’d hoped to never be on the receiving end.

“Her name.” Each word was more tense than the last, at this point Caraxes sensing his master’s started beating his tail on the ground, growling, attempting to move towards the one who upset him.

She fell to her knees, hands together in a silent prayer. “L-Lady y/n, Your Grace” Tears rolled down her face as she watched his stiff nod, not once had he looked at her. He began to stalk towards the Red Keep, and now without the Prince between her and his dragon, Caraxes began to stalk forwards. “Please My Lord have mercy!” rung out around the pit as Daemon continued to walk away.

Willow Maid (Reader x Yandere!Daemon)

Synopsis: Based heavily on the song “Willow Maid” by Erutan, one day Daemon goes through the forest, only 

Warnings: Usual yandere warnings, obsessive behaviour, violence, proceed at your own risk.

Author’s note: I absolutely love this character so lets get this bowl rolling.

You laid upon the mossy forest floor, upon the home where you were born again. At your original birth you were silent, unmoving, cold. Your parents were hopeless and that night they laid stiff until sleep stole them where they heard a voice, like a mothers - bring her to me, she whispered. They didn't know how they knew to take you to the forest where you now reside, but they laid you affront an old willow tree and left, safe within the embrace of the Mother.

You grew within that wood, blossoming like a sweet rose, wrapped in the embrace of the Mother. Vines grew along your arms and legs, flowers bloomed in your hair and your eyes glowed a deep green of the forest. Men tended to stay far from your forest, scared of the magic within your ancient home - until a dragon came hunting.

In a simple dark leather tunic, prince Daemon Targaryen marched through the forest, his eyes sharp. He needed to get away from King's Landing; between his brother, and petty nobles, it was no wonder that half of the Targaryens go mad. He came with the intention to hunt, but found himself exploring instead. During his patrols of King's Landing he had heard rumours of this part of the woods, that it was haunted...

When he heard a voice ringing out in the distance, beautifully echoing throughout the woods. In like a trance, he walked towards it, needing to see the fair creature who's soft tune blessed his ears. Through the thicket he wandered, brushing aside bushes, the air dense with anticipation until he saw her. Sitting by an old gnarled willow tree, encircled by red toadstools.

His breath hitched.

He had seen many fair maids before, and bedded most of them, but the being before him was otherworldly. Her long h/c hair like a halo, her flawless s/c skin with deep green vines snaking along it, and those mysterious glowing eyes... all wrapped up in a f/c dress which flowed around her, wild flowers encrusted upon it. To summarise, enchanting.

"Come with me my maiden, come from thy willow bed"

She had no visible reaction other than serenely shaking her head. "See me now, a ray of light in the moon dance, see me now, I cannot leave this place, hear me now, a strain of song in the forest. Don't ask me to follow where you lead"

He had left that day, knowing he would return.

When time allowed it, retraced his steps back to his fair maid. He was dressed in his finest black shirt, the blood red Targaryen symbol upon his left arm, in which he held a delicate flower. What were jewels and gold to a creature of the forest? His love's wavy/straight/curly hair like the fire burning within him, her eyes gleaming like emeralds. Her quiet youthful beauty beckoned him forth, where he stood before her. He outstretched towards her, offering the flower.

"Girl my heart you've captured, I would be your groom"

Her soft hand brushing his as she took the flower -

"I'd wed you never, not near, nor far, nor soon"

The dragon was speechless at her impertinence, as she continued:

"See me now, a ray of light in the moon dance, see me now, I cannot leave this place, hear me now, a strain of song in the forest. Don't ask me to follow where you lead"

He left in a daze that day, before the fog cleared and all that remained was anger. The kind of anger that had scorched nations, conquered kingdoms. The kind that only a dragon could process. He would return the next day, and he would not leave alone.

He returned on the back of Caraxes, he'd take the green eyed fairy and she'd be his wife. Madness raging through him as he imagined raising his heirs with her, living the rest of their eternity together. He reached the thick forested grove where she resided. For once a look other than serenity graced her face, fear. He couldn't imagine a more mesmerising view.

"Dracrays" He shouted, his voice like thunder, he would free her from this cursed forest. Caraxes opened its maw and released fiery carnage upon the old willow, setting it ablaze. At this his young bride screamed, horrified as he began setting her forest alight. Flying back and forth on his great beast, he had no mercy. She sprinted away when some stray flames licked her hair and dress, burning them in the chaos. He was like a man possessed. Any life or green that persisted, he snuffed out. She tried to escape but the walls of flames were too hot, too big, she collapsed in this middle of her charred forest. Only moisture left was her tears.

Once he satiated his destructive urge he landed (dragon), and went through the graveyard of trees to collect his love. She wasn't hard to find, the only colour betwixt the husks, face hidden in her arms and she mourned her once beautiful home. He took her arm and forced her to her feet, she was unable to resist.

As they left the forest she collapsed upon the earth, the vines on her arms drying up and falling off, the flowers in her hair withering and falling out. Her emerald eyes fading to a e/c. He stood before her as she looked up at him, her now (hair length) hair singed, scraps of her dress clinging to her, tear streaks breaking apart the ash on her face, as she looked hopelessly up at him. And she had never looked more beautiful to him.

Do you think it’s okay for older women to date younger men/women? Genuine question

hollywood men are like “it’s my capitalist-given right to date women young enough to be my daughter”

Please some of these points are really not true stop reblogging them! 2 is not true! They’ll think you’re mentally handicapped and an easier target. 3, I don’t think anyone who would ignore a cry for help would particularly care for a fire either. And 5 will result in you breaking your hand, don’t stick your keys between your knuckles as then you essentially have one punch and then be left defenceless. The best thing to do is to know how to punch properly, take self defence classes would be much better. I don’t know what your towns are like where you can’t trust the men there but there’s a difference between fearmongering and warning to be cautious.

I know this post is made with the best intentions but I worry you’re spreading misinformation but the text shortening is very smart and I’ll be showing my friends that

Hey normally I don’t say anything because I’m quite shy on this but it’s such an interesting topic I had to add my opinion which has a slice of experience with it.

I personally see this as a scenario where the reader character was never going to win; tell bakugo not to stay at Hosu with the rest and she comes off controlling, jealous and untrusting which obviously aren’t foundations for a healthy relationship and sometimes will cause people to feel trapped/persecuted and seeking comfort in others. Sending him there though put him in a situation he obviously wasn’t ready for, he hadn’t come to terms with the end of his relationship with ochako, neither of them did what was necessary to get closure and thus they were doomed to fail. Now I might be biased as we get the story from the readers POV and so empathise more with her; but the problem was between bakugo and ochako they should’ve sorted it out and in trying to avoid the problem it was allowed to escalate, at the end of the day bakugo didn’t enclose this to the reader (I know this would be hard) but it only left the reader to speculate, and when we love someone we do try to think and see the best in them.

So to conclude that paragraph, communication was the problem. Bakugo and ochako never properly ended their relationship face to face allowing them to move on. Bakugo brought the reader into this situation but didn’t feel comfortable opening himself up fully to them and sadly at the end of the day unless you trust your partner enough to tell them everything these sorts of problems will occur. Cheating tends to be caused by shame, loniness or both and to me bakugo was ashamed of his feelings for ochako so rather than sort them he tried to ignore them and same for ochako.

But to add a bright side to the situation so far the reader has done what’s necessary in order to have a good chance of fully recovering and moving on. This is genuinely from my experience as I was once cheated on and seeing them all the time as we worked together would throw me in a loop, everytime I felt I was getting better I would see him and everything would crash down around me. I genuinely didn’t get over him till I moved away. I tried dating others to get over him but I realised I was hurting them and so chose to stick it out by myself for years until I got the proper help to give me a chance at a healthy relationship. As for reader and bakugo getting back together, in my experience I say it’s unlikely even with time away from each other, trust is hard to rebuild and while I 100% see them being able to talk in the future as me and my ex did, I think they would find by then they would’ve just grown too far apart to see a future together.

That’s my take at least. Sorry for how long it is 😅

For real tho, the baby is his??

Sadly, Yes 😬

I mean, from my understanding of Uraraka's character, I don't think she'll grow up to be someone who sleeps around. I mean, the girl is literally so kind and sweet! And I think I made it pretty evident that even after their break up, she was still thinking about him. Still thinks or hopes they'll get back together.

But she did try to be happy for him, remember? And I pointed out a couple of times how disappointed she is with herself for even being jealous and how much she hated herself after that night.

There's no villain in our story, my babies. Just fuck ups. Bakugo's mistake of staying in that room when he can and should have walked out, Uraraka's mistake of giving in and kissing Bakugo when she knows damn well he already belonged to someone else and Y/n-chan's mistake of overestimating their relationship.